My son died today three years ago.
My friends never say anything, apart from my best friend who does. I don't know if they think because he was stillborn then he wasn't a proper baby and I'm over it now or something. Or maybe they don't know what to say. Or maybe they think I don't want anything to be said.
But I don't know really, no one surely could think that he wasn't a "real" baby as he has a surviving twin who is turning three tomorrow so it was a completely viable pregnancy by this point. She was smaller than him and three days younger so he should very definitely be here.
I have to be in a hospital today and I don't want to be. I have PTSD and although I'm being treated and am very heavily medicated .. that isn't going to help me today - I'm going to just keep on seeing exactly what happened over and over. From my son dying, the horrendous fear that my daughter would follow through to me nearly dying as well when they were born.
I couldn't save him. It was my body and and illness I had that did this. I know it wasn't my "fault" but it feels so horrible knowing that as a mummy I couldn't keep my baby safe.